never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your new favourite colour.” – (via classically-california)
it seems that everyone i’m friends with is better friends with someone else and that really fucking sucks
I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store.
I think about this all the time